Alex met her at the door, a steaming cup of coffee in one hand.
The door opened and Alex stepped into the room.
Her fingers found the door handle - just in case.
The door stood open and a table was set in the front room, with four chairs drawn up to it.
One day some men were sitting by the door of a hotel in Baltimore.
Just then the girlish Ruler of Oz opened the door and greeted Dorothy with a good-morning kiss.
Alex walked in and closed the door to the other bedroom.
As the little king went out, he turned at the door and called to Charlot.
By the door of one of these a sick man was lying upon a couch, helpless and pale.
He knocked at the door and the wise man himself opened it.
The "why?" is the DOOR THROUGH WHICH HE ENTERS THE WORLD OF REASON AND REFLECTION.
He went on reading to the end, without raising his eyes at the opening of the door and the sound of footsteps.
Open the door, there! he shouted.
On waking she listened to what was going on behind the door and, hearing him groan, said to herself with a sigh that things were still the same.
Petya was standing at the door when Denisov said this.
When he hung this painting outside of his door, some birds flew down and tried to carry the cherries away.
The door was thrown open and he saw a hundred brave men, all ready to give him aid.
The next minute they heard his voice at the door: Be quick, boys, and stir the fire.
So when I knocked on the door of Jim's atelier and said, "Hey, I'm Byron Reese," he said, "Oh, Byron, come over here, I want you to meet this guy.
One day some gentlemen called on my mother, and I felt the shutting of the front door and other sounds that indicated their arrival.
We surprised our dear friends, however, for they did not expect us Saturday; but when the bell rung Miss Marrett guessed who was at the door, and Mrs. Hopkins jumped up from the breakfast table and ran to the door to meet us; she was indeed much astonished to see us.
She obeys many commands like these: "Come," "Kiss," "Go to papa," "Shut the door," "Give me the biscuit."
I told her to shut the door, and she added, "and lock."
I can now tell her to go upstairs or down, out of doors or into the house, lock or unlock a door, take or bring objects, sit, stand, walk, run, lie, creep, roll, or climb.
Doorsill there was none, but a perennial passage for the hens under the door board.
I also heard the whooping of the ice in the pond, my great bed-fellow in that part of Concord, as if it were restless in its bed and would fain turn over, were troubled with flatulency and had dreams; or I was waked by the cracking of the ground by the frost, as if some one had driven a team against my door, and in the morning would find a crack in the earth a quarter of a mile long and a third of an inch wide.
This door led into a back anteroom.
At the door he found a vehicle half full of luggage.
The door, having let Petya in, closed again.
Glancing in at the door, Rostov saw that the sick and wounded were lying on the floor on straw and overcoats.
A footman wanted to come in to clear away something in the room but she would not let him, and having closed the door behind him continued her walk.
Daniel himself felt this, and as usual stood just inside the door, trying to speak softly and not move, for fear of breaking something in the master's apartment, and he hastened to say all that was necessary so as to get from under that ceiling, out into the open under the sky once more.
"More, please, more!" cried Natasha at the door as soon as the balalayka ceased.
She sat behind the bookcase with her eyes fixed on a streak of light escaping from the pantry door and listened to herself and pondered.
While they were talking a maid thrust her head in at the other door of the sitting room.
Through the study door came the sound of slippered feet and the cry: Spies, traitors, traitors everywhere!
Then he slammed the door, sent for Mademoiselle Bourienne, and subsided into his study.
When he opened the ballroom door Pierre saw Natasha sitting at the window, with a thin, pale, and spiteful face.
Having entered his study Pierre closed the door and addressed Anatole without looking at him.
The door of the Governor's room opened and they all rose and moved forward.
At these words Alpatych nodded as if in approval, and not wishing to hear more went to the door of the room opposite the innkeeper's, where he had left his purchases.
No one at the stone entrance gates of the drive and the door stood open.
She could not sleep and several times went to the door and listened, wishing to enter but not deciding to do so.
"Oh, what can I do for him?" he thought, and opening the door he let the boy pass in first.
But at the instant when it seemed that the incomprehensible was revealing itself to her a loud rattle of the door handle struck painfully on her ears.
She followed him out the door and watched as he hopped into the truck and started the engine.
The door to Destiny & Jonathan's room was closed.
When Ozma went away she closed the door and left her pet on the table.
The door was opened by the man from Mr. Boyle's.
Suddenly the door was thrown open and the Queen of Sheba came in.
Hardly had they spoken these words when the door opened and Arion himself stood before them.
His horse was led to the door, and a servant helped him to mount it.
Your house will not be "smart" insofar as it will not seem alive to you any more than your garage door opener or your web browser does.
She made the "c-a," then stopped and thought, and making the sign for eating and pointing downward she pushed me toward the door, meaning that I must go downstairs for some cake.
Mrs. C. came to the door and asked me to view it from the inside.
I have thus a tight shingled and plastered house, ten feet wide by fifteen long, and eight-feet posts, with a garret and a closet, a large window on each side, two trap doors, one door at the end, and a brick fireplace opposite.
The upright white hewn studs and freshly planed door and window casings gave it a clean and airy look, especially in the morning, when its timbers were saturated with dew, so that I fancied that by noon some sweet gum would exude from them.
Though the view from my door was still more contracted, I did not feel crowded or confined in the least.
I was as much affected by the faint hum of a mosquito making its invisible and unimaginable tour through my apartment at earliest dawn, when I was sitting with door and windows open, as I could be by any trumpet that ever sang of fame.
As the sparrow had its trill, sitting on the hickory before my door, so had I my chuckle or suppressed warble which he might hear out of my nest.
Regularly at half-past seven, in one part of the summer, after the evening train had gone by, the whip-poor-wills chanted their vespers for half an hour, sitting on a stump by my door, or upon the ridge-pole of the house.
The thick wood is not just at our door, nor the pond, but somewhat is always clearing, familiar and worn by us, appropriated and fenced in some way, and reclaimed from Nature.
I never fastened my door night or day, though I was to be absent several days; not even when the next fall I spent a fortnight in the woods of Maine.
The vivacious lilac still grows, unfolding its sweet-scented flowers each spring.
Sometimes, notwithstanding the snow, when I returned from my walk at evening I crossed the deep tracks of a woodchopper leading from my door, and found his pile of whittlings on the hearth, and my house filled with the odor of his pipe.
One night in the beginning of winter, before the pond froze over, about nine o'clock, I was startled by the loud honking of a goose, and, stepping to the door, heard the sound of their wings like a tempest in the woods as they flew low over my house.
A little flock of these titmice came daily to pick a dinner out of my woodpile, or the crumbs at my door, with faint flitting lisping notes, like the tinkling of icicles in the grass, or else with sprightly day day day, or more rarely, in spring-like days, a wiry summery phe-be from the woodside.
The phÅ“be had already come once more and looked in at my door and window, to see if my house was cavern-like enough for her, sustaining herself on humming wings with clinched talons, as if she held by the air, while she surveyed the premises.
I had not lived there a week before my feet wore a path from my door to the pond-side; and though it is five or six years since I trod it, it is still quite distinct.
When the door was locked, he showed me where to hang my hat, and how he managed matters there.
A door of one of the inner rooms opened and one of the princesses, the count's niece, entered with a cold, stern face.
Prince Vasili, who had grown thinner and paler during the last few days, escorted him to the door, repeating something to him several times in low tones.
Everyone again looked toward the door, which creaked as the second princess went in with the drink she had prepared according to Lorrain's instructions.
Meanwhile Prince Vasili had opened the door into the princess' room.
Prince Vasili said something to Lorrain in passing and went through the door on tiptoe.
Anna Mikhaylovna, with a meek, sorrowful, and all-forgiving expression on her face, stood by the door near the strange lady.
On leaving the bed both Prince Vasili and the princess passed out by a back door, but returned to their places one after the other before the service was concluded.
"Permit me, Princess, to know what is necessary and what is not necessary," said the younger of the two speakers, evidently in the same state of excitement as when she had slammed the door of her room.
Through the door came the regular hum of a lathe.
The princess timidly opened the door which moved noiselessly and easily.
He patted her on the shoulder and himself closed the door after her.
They went up to the door of the sitting room from which came the sound of the oft-repeated passage of the sonata.
The head butler, napkin on arm, was scanning the setting of the table, making signs to the footmen, and anxiously glancing from the clock to the door by which the prince was to enter.
What? asked both princesses when they saw for a moment at the door Prince Andrew and the figure of the old man in a white dressing gown, spectacled and wigless, shouting in an angry voice.
Princess Mary, supporting her sister-in-law, still looked with her beautiful eyes full of tears at the door through which Prince Andrew had gone and made the sign of the cross in his direction.
Hardly had Prince Andrew gone when the study door opened quickly and the stern figure of the old man in the white dressing gown looked out.
The door of the private room opened and Kutuzov appeared in the doorway.
Then wrinkles ran over his face like a wave and his forehead became smooth again, he bowed his head respectfully, closed his eyes, silently let Mack enter his room before him, and closed the door himself behind him.
"Denisov, let him alone, I know who has taken it," said Rostov, going toward the door without raising his eyes.
But at the door he stopped and then retraced his steps.
Prince Andrew's joyous feeling was considerably weakened as he approached the door of the minister's room.
Through the door came the sounds of Kutuzov's voice, excited and dissatisfied, interrupted by another, an unfamiliar voice.
Prince Andrew moved toward the door from whence voices were heard.
Just as he was going to open it the sounds ceased, the door opened, and Kutuzov with his eagle nose and puffy face appeared in the doorway.
The princess went up to the door, passed by it with a dignified and indifferent air, and glanced into the little drawing room.
Princess Mary went to the door of the study with special trepidation.
On receiving it, he ran on tiptoe to his study in alarm and haste, trying to escape notice, closed the door, and began to read the letter.
Anna Mikhaylovna, with the letter, came on tiptoe to the countess' door and paused.
And she went in, closing the door behind her.
The one who was writing and whom Boris addressed turned round crossly and told him Bolkonski was on duty and that he should go through the door on the left into the reception room if he wished to see him.
The well-known old door handle, which always angered the countess when it was not properly cleaned, turned as loosely as ever.
He looked up at the opening door and his expression of sleepy indifference suddenly changed to one of delighted amazement.
My treasure! and Prokofy, trembling with excitement, rushed toward the drawing-room door, probably in order to announce him, but, changing his mind, came back and stooped to kiss the young man's shoulder.
But now steps were heard at the door, steps so rapid that they could hardly be his mother's.
The door was opened a crack and there was a glimpse of something blue, of ribbons, black hair, and merry faces.
A light footstep and the clinking of spurs were heard at the door, and the young count, handsome, rosy, with a dark little mustache, evidently rested and made sleeker by his easy life in Moscow, entered the room.
The door opened, and from the dining room came the resounding strains of the polonaise:
Princess Mary sat alone in her room listening to the sounds in the house, now and then opening her door when someone passed and watching what was going on in the passage.
Suddenly her door opened softly and her old nurse, Praskovya Savishna, who hardly ever came to that room as the old prince had forbidden it, appeared on the threshold with a shawl round her head.
The nurse lit the gilt candles before the icons and sat down by the door with her knitting.
"Very good!" said the prince closing the door behind him, and Tikhon did not hear the slightest sound from the study after that.
Prince Andrew got up, went to the door, and tried to open it.
Prince Andrew ran to the door; the scream ceased and he heard the wail of an infant.
He was standing close to the door and as soon as it opened his rough old arms closed like a vise round his son's neck, and without a word he began to sob like a child.
Dolokhov's clear, cold glance met Rostov as soon as he entered the door, as though he had long expected him.
I will tell him myself, and you'll listen at the door, and Natasha ran across the drawing room to the dancing hall, where Denisov was sitting on the same chair by the clavichord with his face in his hands.
The door opened and someone came in.
And he jumped up and opened the door for him.
"No, pardon me, I won't go now till the child is better," thought he, going to the door and looking into the nursery.
He went on tiptoe to the nursery door and opened it.
Toward ten o'clock the men servants rushed to the front door, hearing the bells of the old prince's carriage approaching.
Directly Rostov entered the door he was enveloped by a smell of putrefaction and hospital air.
This way, to the officer on duty" (he was shown the door leading downstairs), "only it won't be accepted."
On hearing this indifferent voice, Rostov grew frightened at what he was doing; the thought of meeting the Emperor at any moment was so fascinating and consequently so alarming that he was ready to run away, but the official who had questioned him opened the door, and Rostov entered.
Sonya slammed the door to.
Then the crowd hastily retired from the drawing-room door, at which the Emperor reappeared talking to the hostess.
In the hall the porch door opened, and someone asked, "At home?" and then footsteps were heard.
Mitenka's wife and sisters-in-law thrust their heads and frightened faces out of the door of a room where a bright samovar was boiling and where the steward's high bedstead stood with its patchwork quilt.
She went several times to his door on tiptoe and listened, as he lighted one pipe after another.
The door at the end of the passage led to the huntsmen's room, as they called the room for the hunt servants.
Natasha glanced at her and at the crack in the pantry door, and it seemed to her that she remembered the light falling through that crack once before and Sonya passing with a glass in her hand.
Nicholas' Day and the prince's name day--all Moscow came to the prince's front door but he gave orders to admit no one and to invite to dinner only a small number, a list of whom he gave to Princess Mary.
At first she heard only Metivier's voice, then her father's, then both voices began speaking at the same time, the door was flung open, and on the threshold appeared the handsome figure of the terrified Metivier with his shock of black hair, and the prince in his dressing gown and fez, his face distorted with fury and the pupils of his eyes rolled downwards.
She had not yet gone to bed when the Rostovs arrived and the pulley of the hall door squeaked from the cold as it let in the Rostovs and their servants.
An attendant deferentially and quickly slipped before the ladies and opened the door of their box.
The music sounded louder and through the door rows of brightly lit boxes in which ladies sat with bare arms and shoulders, and noisy stalls brilliant with uniforms, glittered before their eyes.
At a moment when all was quiet before the commencement of a song, a door leading to the stalls on the side nearest the Rostovs' box creaked, and the steps of a belated arrival were heard.
During the entr'acte a whiff of cold air came into Helene's box, the door opened, and Anatole entered, stooping and trying not to brush against anyone.
Natasha had not time to take off the bodice before the door opened and Countess Bezukhova, dressed in a purple velvet gown with a high collar, came into the room beaming with good-humored amiable smiles.
Anatole was at the door, evidently on the lookout for the Rostovs.
"Marya Dmitrievna, for God's sake let me in to her!" she pleaded, but Marya Dmitrievna unlocked the door and went in without giving her an answer....
She sighed, looking toward the door of the room where Prince Andrew was, evidently intending to express her sympathy with his sorrow, but Pierre saw by her face that she was glad both at what had happened and at the way her brother had taken the news of Natasha's faithlessness.
When he appeared at the door she grew flurried, evidently undecided whether to go to meet him or to wait till he came up.
"I wonder what can have happened to the boy," he said; and he opened the door and looked out.
He said to a soldier who stood at the door, "Tell your story again."
It was not so much within doors as behind a door where I sat, even in the rainiest weather.
In those driving northeast rains which tried the village houses so, when the maids stood ready with mop and pail in front entries to keep the deluge out, I sat behind my door in my little house, which was all entry, and thoroughly enjoyed its protection.
John Farmer sat at his door one September evening, after a hard day's work, his mind still running on his labor more or less.
When I opened my door in the evening, off they would go with a squeak and a bounce.
So I came in, and shut the door, and passed my first spring night in the woods.
"Yes," replied a footman in a bold loud voice, as if anything were now permissible; "the door to the left, ma'am."
Powdered footmen, in livery with buckled shoes and smart stockings, stood at every door anxiously noting visitors' every movement in order to offer their services.
The committeemen met him at the first door and, expressing their delight at seeing such a highly honored guest, took possession of him as it were, without waiting for his reply, surrounded him, and led him to the drawing room.
It was at first impossible to enter the drawing-room door for the crowd of members and guests jostling one another and trying to get a good look at Bagration over each other's shoulders, as if he were some rare animal.
She did not venture to ask any questions, and shut the door again, now sitting down in her easy chair, now taking her prayer book, now kneeling before the icon stand.
"When you hear a knock at the door, you will uncover your eyes," added Willarski.
Pierre went with rapid steps to the door and suddenly came face to face with Prince Andrew, who came out frowning and looking old.
As soon as he noticed a French officer, who thrust his head out of the door, that warlike feeling of hostility which he always experienced at the sight of the enemy suddenly seized him.
Below, under the staircase, was a door leading to the lower floor.
But the moment the door opened one feeling alone appeared on all faces-- that of fear.
Then suddenly the grating sound of a harsh voice was heard from the other side of the door, and the officer--with pale face and trembling lips--came out and passed through the waiting room, clutching his head.
After this Prince Andrew was conducted to the door and the officer on duty said in a whisper, "To the right, at the window."
Don't come in, Papa! she cried to her father as he opened the door--speaking from under the filmy skirt which still covered her whole face.
When she had finished, she stepped aside and stopped at the door with a smile on her face.
After tea Sonya noticed a housemaid at Natasha's door timidly waiting to let her pass.
Shut the door; we have first to sit down.
Balashev took out the packet containing the Emperor's letter and laid it on the table (made of a door with its hinges still hanging on it, laid across two barrels).
Balashev went into a small reception room, one door of which led into a study, the very one from which the Russian Emperor had dispatched him on his mission.
He heard hurried footsteps beyond the door, both halves of it were opened rapidly; all was silent and then from the study the sound was heard of other steps, firm and resolute--they were those of Napoleon.
The door opened, a gentleman-in-waiting, bending respectfully, handed the Emperor his hat and gloves; another brought him a pocket handkerchief.
Through the first door came the sound of voices conversing in German and occasionally in French.
He was followed by Prince Peter Mikhaylovich Volkonski and Baron Stein, and the door closed behind them.
He opened the door softly and saw her, in the lilac dress she had worn at church, walking about the room singing.
She had her back to him when he opened the door, but when, turning quickly, she saw his broad, surprised face, she blushed and came rapidly up to him.
He frowned before his looking glass, gesticulated, shrugged his shoulders, and finally, without saying a word to anyone, took his cap and left the house by the back door, trying to avoid notice.
Princess Mary spent half of every day with little Nicholas, watching his lessons, teaching him Russian and music herself, and talking to Dessalles; the rest of the day she spent over her books, with her old nurse, or with "God's folk" who sometimes came by the back door to see her.
The prince had a list of things to be bought in Smolensk and, walking up and down the room past Alpatych who stood by the door, he gave his instructions.
"You brute, you murderer!" screamed a thin, pale woman who, with a baby in her arms and her kerchief torn from her head, burst through the door at that moment and down the steps into the yard.
Several times she listened at the door, and it seemed to her that his mutterings were louder than usual and that they turned him over oftener.
Then, excusing herself, she went to the door of the old prince's room.
She opened the door and the bright daylight in that previously darkened room startled her.
A maid came to the door to say that Alpatych was asking for orders about their departure.
She had not slept and had stolen downstairs on tiptoe, and going to the door of the conservatory where he slept that night had listened at the door.
From behind the door I heard how he lay down on his bed groaning and loudly exclaimed, 'My God!'
Several times on glancing that way he noticed behind that door a plump, rosy, handsome woman in a pink dress with a lilac silk kerchief on her head, holding a dish and evidently awaiting the entrance of the commander-in-chief.
"Well, that's all!" said Kutuzov as he signed the last of the documents, and rising heavily and smoothing out the folds in his fat white neck he moved toward the door with a more cheerful expression.
"Well, my dear, and how are we getting on?" he asked, moving to the door of the room assigned to him.
He had not decided what it should mean when he heard the voice of the eldest princess at the door asking whether she might come in.
An aide-de-camp, who had entered the bedroom to report to the Emperor the number of prisoners taken in yesterday's action, was standing by the door after delivering his message, awaiting permission to withdraw.
"Yes, sire," and the aide-de-camp disappeared through the door of the tent.
Raevski, twitching forward the black hair on his temples as was his habit, glanced now at Kutuzov and now at the door with a look of impatience.
"Well, yes," said she, "it may be that he has other sentiments for me than those of a father, but that is not a reason for me to shut my door on him.
Natasha ran into the house and went on tiptoe through the half-open door into the sitting room, where there was a smell of vinegar and Hoffman's drops.
Smiling unnaturally and muttering to himself, he first sat down on the sofa in an attitude of despair, then rose, went to the door of the reception room and peeped through the crack, returned flourishing his arms, and took up a book.
More than two hours passed and Gerasim took the liberty of making a slight noise at the door to attract his attention, but Pierre did not hear him.
Makar Alexeevich came twice that evening shuffling along in his galoshes as far as the door and stopped and looked ingratiatingly at Pierre.
The publican was fighting one of the smiths at the door, and when the workmen came out the smith, wrenching himself free from the tavern keeper, fell face downward on the pavement.
He stood by the balcony door looking at the crowd.
And rapidly opening the door he went resolutely out onto the balcony.
And the count stepped as briskly back into the room and slammed the door behind him.
A few minutes later an officer came hurriedly out of the front door, gave an order, and the dragoons formed up in line.
While Pierre, standing in the middle of the room, was talking to himself in this way, the study door opened and on the threshold appeared the figure of Makar Alexeevich, always so timid before but now quite transformed.
Still smiling, the French officer spread out his hands before Gerasim's nose, intimating that he did not understand him either, and moved, limping, to the door at which Pierre was standing.
Stepping cautiously from one foot to the other she ran like a kitten the few steps to the door and grasped the cold door handle.
She opened the door and stepped across the threshold and onto the cold, damp earthen floor of the passage.
He drank it eagerly, looking with feverish eyes at the door in front of him as if trying to understand and remember something.
It was something white by the door--the statue of a sphinx, which also oppressed him.
"But perhaps that's my shirt on the table," he thought, "and that's my legs, and that is the door, but why is it always stretching and drawing itself out, and 'piti-piti-piti' and 'ti-ti' and 'piti-piti-piti'...?
In that world some structure was still being erected and did not fall, something was still stretching out, and the candle with its red halo was still burning, and the same shirtlike sphinx lay near the door; but besides all this something creaked, there was a whiff of fresh air, and a new white sphinx appeared, standing at the door.
Tears were in his eyes and in his throat when the door opened and Lavrushka came in with some papers.
That door opened and Natasha came out, looking excited.
He was conducted through a glass gallery, an anteroom, and a hall, which were familiar to him, into a long low study at the door of which stood an adjutant.
The carriage door was opened.
When Natasha opened Prince Andrew's door with a familiar movement and let Princess Mary pass into the room before her, the princess felt the sobs in her throat.
Gradually, unnoticed, all these persons began to disappear and a single question, that of the closed door, superseded all else.
He went, and tried to hurry, but his legs refused to move and he knew he would not be in time to lock the door though he painfully strained all his powers.
But just when he was clumsily creeping toward the door, that dreadful something on the other side was already pressing against it and forcing its way in.
Something not human--death--was breaking in through that door, and had to be kept out.
He seized the door, making a final effort to hold it back--to lock it was no longer possible--but his efforts were weak and clumsy and the door, pushed from behind by that terror, opened and closed again.
Early in the morning of the sixth of October Pierre went out of the shed, and on returning stopped by the door to play with a little blue- gray dog, with a long body and short bandy legs, that jumped about him.
And the corporal leaned against the door and offered Pierre his pipe, though whenever he offered it Pierre always declined it.
"I'll go and ask them again directly," said Pierre, rising and going to the door of the shed.
Just as Pierre reached the door, the corporal who had offered him a pipe the day before came up to it with two soldiers.
He did not again go to the sick man, nor turn to look at him, but stood frowning by the door of the hut.
When that door was opened and the prisoners, crowding against one another like a flock of sheep, squeezed into the exit, Pierre pushed his way forward and approached that very captain who as the corporal had assured him was ready to do anything for him.
"But this is very important, from General Dokhturov," said Bolkhovitinov, entering the open door which he had found by feeling in the dark.
Since his appointment as general on duty he had always slept with his door open, giving orders that every messenger should be allowed to wake him up.
In the room three officers of Denisov's band were converting a door into a tabletop.
The sight of her father, the terribly wild cries of her mother that she heard through the door, made her immediately forget herself and her own grief.
She went in with rapid steps, pausing at the door for an instant as if struggling with herself, and then ran to her mother.
Dessalles' voice was heard outside the door asking whether little Nicholas might come in to say good night.
She got up quickly just as Nicholas entered, almost ran to the door which was hidden by curtains, struck her head against it, and rushed from the room with a moan either of pain or sorrow.
Pierre gazed at the door through which she had disappeared and did not understand why he suddenly felt all alone in the world.
I wanted to listen at the door, but I knew you would tell me.
And at that moment little Andrew shouted from outside the door: Papa!
Then through the door she heard Nicholas clearing his throat again and stirring, and his voice said crossly:
Countess Mary moved away from the door and took the boy back to the nursery.
At that moment they heard the sound of the door pulley and footsteps in the hall and anteroom, as if someone had arrived.
She was nursing her boy when the sound of Pierre's sleigh was heard at the front door, and the old nurse--knowing how to please her mistress-- entered the room inaudibly but hurriedly and with a beaming face.
But at the door she stopped as if her conscience reproached her for having in her joy left the child too soon, and she glanced round.
"You know," he added, stopping at the door, "why I'm especially fond of that music?
You eat it as fast as possible, and before you know it, you're out the door.
When she opened the barn door, the Appaloosa mare lifted her head over her stall and nickered.
Someone knocked on the door and when she answered it, a man brought in their luggage.
The idea of making love in a strange bedroom was disturbing enough, but with only a door between them and the children, locked or not, it didn't feel right.
He paused at the door to wait for her.
He closed the door and they walked several yards down the hall before he spoke.
"So, shut the door," he said, his voice strained, and drew her into his arms, seeking her lips again in a hungry way.
And then they were walking out the door, still talking about the mare.
He opened the door and spoke quietly to someone.
Gerald and Felipa were standing beside the door talking to each other.
The idea was reinforced when Gerald turned and walked out the door without doing so.
Shutting the door after her, Alex reached for Carmen.
At the car he opened the door for her.
He closed the door and walked around to the other side.
On the other side of the thick entry door was a sitting room with lush wine colored carpet.
On one side of the living room a door opened into a large dining area.
He slapped her backside playfully as she walked out the door ahead of him.
The next morning when he stood by the door before leaving for work, she looked him over while he examined a document.
At the door, he opened it and stepped back, motioning for her to enter first.
Giddon closed the door, and Lisa waved to Connie as he walked around the front of the car.
Just then a loud cackling was heard outside; and, when a servant threw open the door with a low bow, a yellow hen strutted in.
"Was not the door closed?" asked the Princess.
When next the door was opened you ran out and hid yourself--and the piglet was gone.
The men slept in the hall outside our door, and I could feel the deep breathing of the dogs and the hunters as they lay on their improvised beds.
A man was placed on guard at the door to prevent interruption.
At last she got up, gave me the mug, and led me out of the door to the pump-house.
How much fairer than the pool before the farmer's door, in which his ducks swim!
And oh, the housekeeping! to keep bright the devil's door-knobs, and scour his tubs this bright day!
The first door on the left led into the princesses' apartments.
Seeing them pass, Prince Vasili drew back with obvious impatience, while the princess jumped up and with a gesture of desperation slammed the door with all her might.
At this moment that terrible door burst noisily open and banged against the wall.
At that moment the door opened.
After admitting the doctor, Princess Mary sat down with a book in the drawing room near the door through which she could hear all that passed in the study.
The door opened and the old prince, in a dressing gown and a white nightcap, came in.
They shut the door and all sat down.
In the figure in which he had to choose two ladies, he whispered to Helene that he meant to choose Countess Potocka who, he thought, had gone out onto the veranda, and glided over the parquet to the door opening into the garden, where, seeing Balashev and the Emperor returning to the veranda, he stood still.
And leave the door open, would you?
"I'll lock the door," he said, his lips returning to hers and lingering in a way that made her feel weak.
Her fingers searched and found the door handle - just in case.
Carmen kissed Destiny goodnight and shut the door to their room.
She shut the door and descended the stairs.
When Alex walked through the door, they were standing by the table, waiting on him.
Alex paused at the door to their bedroom, a tray of coffee in his hands.
He reached for the door, doubt twisting his guts.
She crossed the living room and paused at the door, looking through the peep hole.
Headlights flashed on the curtains briefly and a car door slammed.
Howard turned and headed for the door, indicating for Quint to follow.
She was awakened later by the door bell.
She sighed and opened the door, leaving the storm door locked.
She should shut the door, but her temper flared.
Finally she pulled the door shut and locked it.
As the garage door lifted, sunlight reflected off the polish she and her siblings had applied that last day of their lives.
Once the garage door was secured, she pulled away from the house.
She opened the door and slid her legs out one by one, trying to avoid contact with the car.
He strode around to her side of the car and opened the door for her.
The minute they entered the room Connie shut the door and turned to her with wide eyes.
At the car, Connie hugged Lisa while Giddon impatiently held the car door open for her.
They agreed to this plan, and when they reached the great square Jim drew the buggy into the big door of the domed hall.
I guessed vaguely from my mother's signs and from the hurrying to and fro in the house that something unusual was about to happen, so I went to the door and waited on the steps.
On entering the door I remembered the doll I had broken.
But teacher came to me and taught my little fingers to use the beautiful key that has unlocked the door of my dark prison and set my spirit free.
She kept going to the door, as if she expected some one, and every now and then she would touch her cheek, which is her sign for her mother, and shake her head sadly.
HERE ARE SOME OF THEM: DOOR, OPEN, SHUT, GIVE, GO, COME, and a great many more.
"I don't need one," she snapped over her shoulder, and then slid the patio door shut behind her.
She stopped at the coop door and frowned.
She jerked the door open, sending frightened chickens flopping against the coop walls.
Accusing him and storming out the door wasn't going to make him want to stay.
Climbing the unfinished stairs she opened the door to the new room and looked around.
Once inside, she locked the door and ordered Destiny to stay in the house while she called Alex.
The nurse knocked on the door and then came in carrying a crying Natalie.
She let the door shut without removing anything.
He grabbed the storm door and jerked on it.
She closed her eyes and said another prayer before she clamped a sweaty hand around the cold door handle.
He reached the passenger side of the car and held the door open for her.
She climbed into the leather seat and he shut the door after her.
He went to the door but didn't see anyone so went outside to look for them.
I found surprises, not in the stocking only, but on the table, on all the chairs, at the door, on the very window-sill; indeed, I could hardly walk without stumbling on a bit of Christmas wrapped up in tissue paper.
More than once in the course of my story I have referred to my love of the country and out-of-door sports.
She headed for the door, ignoring the question.
For a moment she stared at the door, her heart racing.
One adjutant, nearest the door, was sitting at the table in a Persian dressing gown, writing.
I locked the dining-room door, and proceeded to eat my breakfast, though the food almost choked me.